Poem by Robert Burns

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Here Stewarts once in triumph reigned, 
And laws for Scotland's weal ordained;
But now unroofed their palace stands,
Their sceptre's swayed by other hands;
Fallen, indeed, and to the earth
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth,
The injured Stewart line is gone.
A race outlandish fills their throne;
An idiot race, to honour lost;
Who knows them best despite them most.

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. Address to General Dumourier
3. O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?
4. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
5. The Cardin’ O’t

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